I saw the spot where our first parents dwelt; And yet it wore to me no face of change, For while amid its fields and groves I felt As if I had not sinned, nor thought it strange; My eye seemed but a part of every sight, My ear heard music in each sound that rose, Each sense forever found a new delight, Such as the spirit's vision only knows; Each act some new and ever-varying joy Did by my Father's love for me prepare; To dress the spot my ever fresh employ, And in the glorious whole with Him to share; No more without the flaming gate to stray, No more for sin's dark stain the debt of death to pay.